Hippolyta tries to get away

Staggering through the streets and clutching at her horned head, Hippolyta panted and moaned as she tried to resist the urges coursing through her. She had managed to escape after her daughter had been taken by the satyr god. Or more specifically, he let her run off, after all, where could she go? Everywhere she looked the city was being torn down and devoured by a horde of millions of satyrs, lost in their appetites as they either ate what wasn’t anchored down or fucked out in the open like animals. The queen of the amazons winced as she nearly stumbled into one orgy after the other, trying to keep her distance lest she fell into the act of debauchery herself. She realised why her sister had broken so quickly after she had changed, the desires; the hunger, the lusts, they ate away at her relentlessly.

Looking down at herself she sighed at what she had been turned into. No longer trim and athletic, her body had become curvaceous and overly endowed, her flaring hips and round rear making her gown skin-tight while her top was crowded with four massive breasts that swung heavily beneath her gown, a sheen of black fur that covered her entire body save her stomach, breasts and face. A tail had torn its way out of the back of her dress and her sandals were no more, burst apart after forming cloven feet that clopped over the cum and milk stained concrete below her.

But as large as she thought herself as, the satyrs that picked clean the city were enormous! Easily over 10 feet tall and a metric tonne in weight, the massive beasts flaunted their size to each other like a pack of elephants grazing. They were like locusts, devouring civilization and leaving more and more of their kid to breed and bloat across the landscape. She had to find her daughter Diana, if she were still in Man’s world, she could stop this madness.

“THERE you are mother.” Purred a familiar voice that made the Amazon Queen spin around and look up with a gasp. Towering over her was her daughter Donna Troy, the plump and mighty mother-to-be loomed over her mother by at least 5 feet over her horned head, scratching an itch at her impressive chest while another hand roamed over the surface of her pregnant belly. “And here I thought you didn’t want to feel your unborn grandchildren.”

“Tsk tsk sister.” Husked Antiope, joining the massive satyress and rubbing her hip against the massive she-beast in greeting. As big as Donna had become, Antiope was truly massive. Bloated and heavy with child, her hips and thighs were thick with chorded muscle and fat to support her 12-foot-tall frame. Her arms and back were large and powerful with muscle while her front sported four dripping breasts the size of beach balls resting on a pregnant belly of her own. The satyress looking content and lustful down at her ‘smaller’ sister and former queen. “You should join us Sister, to feel the urges of the herd course through you is LIBERATING!”

“Indeed, it is aunty Antiope.” Donna moaned, eyeing her larger aunt lustfully. “Can you feel what the herd is telling ME to do?”

“I can guess…”

Leaning forward, the younger satyress pulled her aunt in for a languid kiss, the two sucking on each other’s tongues as they felt up their heaving breasts and bellies. Their tails smacked at each other’s rumps as they rubbed closer against each other. Lost in their bout of kissing.

Hippolyta could only look on in shock as they two continued to brazenly make out in front of her. Eventually Antiope broke away and gasped when a splash of fluid between her hooves signalled her water had broken. “Yes… Another litter to Buck’s herd.”

“Another?!” Gasped Hippolyta, her hands at her face in shock.

Grunting with effort, Antiope cradled her swollen belly with a smirk as she dug in her hooves. “Did you believe this was my first? This is my THIRD!” Braying out loud in the pleasure pain of birth, Antiope closed her eyes and winced as each new child passed through her birth canal and landed heavily between her hooves, crying out to be fed. “I… Ahhh… I had birth TWO litters on Them… Huff… Themyscira… To create life so quickly so… Ugh… So EASILY! This is what we were meant for sister!” Braying out like an animal again, Antiope revelled in the act of birth as another was born and joined its siblings in crying for their mother’s attention. When she was done, the red furred satyress shivered and looked over her shoulder to smile proudly at her five large children. Falling to her side she pulled them all close to nurse from her massive tits, moaning out loud as they latched to her stiff nipples.

“My sister, it is not too late, we can return to Themyscira and free the others from Buck’s control…”

“Themyscira is no more sister.” Purred Antiope, her tail swishing behind her as she regarded the Queen nonchalantly. “The Amazons picked it clean of all that stands, we have joined Buck’s herd on the mainland.”

“Our sisters are here?! Where?” Hippolyta sked looking at the hordes of satyrs either eating or fucking all around them, unable to recognise any of them in their massive states. Looking to Donna and Antiope for answers, the two shrugged with a chuckle.

“Don’t look at me, the herd has a way of consuming everything about you, even your identity.”

“Mmm, I cannot wait to lose myself to it like the others have, Buck favours those who shed all to the herd.” Shivered Donna, before looking down at her mother with a smirk. “Oh mother, look at you, you are skin and bones, have you not been eating?”

“I don’t believe she has my niece, Buck will not like that.”

“No, he will not.” Smiled Donna darkly as she approached her mother. Crawling on her hands and knees, Donna pulled her mother close and shoved her face first into one of her massive tits. With her daughter’s nipple in her mouth, Hippolyta suddenly felt a warm fluid fill her mouth. Unable to pull away, she swallowed the mother’s milk, and gulped again, and again, and again. Clutching to her daughter’s hefty breast like a life preserver, Hippolyta drank deep. “That’s right mom, drink your fill.” Purred Donna, biting her lip as she ****-fed the smaller satyress. Within seconds, Hippolyta’s gown grew tight across her expanding body. Whimpering as she could not stop herself, Hippolyta moaned as her gown tore and burst at the seams, freeing her thicker thighs and ass. Pulling back and gasping for air, the former amazon Queen leered at the next breast and lunged for it, biting down on the stiff nipple and making her daughter gasp and laugh. Growing bigger and heavier from the magically imbued milk, Hippolyta burst out of her clothes, doubling in weight as she grew past 8 then 9 feet tall. Draining her daughter of all her mother’s milk from all four breasts, the massive she-beast rolled onto her back and squirmed, pawing at her larger frame with a moan.

“THERE we go, doesn’t that feel better?”